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FIVE LITTLE CHICKENS 


AND OTHER SONGS FOR OUR 
LITTLE ONES 


COLLECTED AND ARRANGED BY 



FRANKLIN AND HAWLEY STREETS. 


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CONTENTS 


Five Little Chickens, Ella Farman. 

So Sleepy, Mary L. Wyatt. 

The Meeting of the Birds, M. E. N. Hathaway. 
A Little Rhyme of a Little Maid, M. E. B. 


A Catastrophe. 

Ups and Downs. 
Neddy’s Pets, 
Bunny-Coats Bed, 

Lazy Lew, 

Doctor Johnny’s Visit, 
Jolly Joe, 


Rev. Samuel Duffield. 
Hannah E. Hudson. 
Kate Lawrence. 
Fannie P. Chaplin. 
Sydney Dayre. 
Hannah More Johnson. 

Sydney Dayre. 


Gallant and Terrible Tim McNeil, M. E. B. 
The Sheep in the Thorns, M. E. N. Hathaway. 
Winnie’s Troubles, Ella Farman. 

A Song of Sixpence, Brenda Aubert. 

My Kitty, M. M. Hathaway. 


Contents. 


A Writing Match, 

Tick Tock, 

Pedro, 

An Odd Fisherman, 
Dreading Winter, 

I Forgot, 

In Sorrow, 

Who is this Coming ? 
Lady Florinda, 

Pettum’s Kiss, 

The House that Mamma 
Seven Little Cooks. 

The Two Housekeepers, 
Harry’s Birthday, 

Pussy and the Martins, 
Johnny’s Horse, 

A Contented Boy. 
Hoodledum. 

A Mother’s Pride, 
Little Sunshine, 

“ Katy Did,'^ 

Daddy Longlegs, 

Miss Pussy’s Sickness, 
The Old Snow Man, 


Elizabeth Fenn. 
Emma E. Brown. 
Emma E. Brown. 
Kate Tannatt Woods. 

Ella Farman. 
Annabel Andrews. 
Ella Farman. 
M. M. Hathaway, 
/^ucy Randolph Fleming. 

Mary L. Wyatt. 
Built, Hattie F. Bell. 
Mary A. Lathbury. 
M. E. N. Hathaway. 

Mrs. S. E. Smith. 
M. E. N. Hathaway. 
M. M. Hathaway. 
Kate Tannatt Woods. 
Kate Tannatt Woods. 

Anon. 
Ella Farman. 
Lucy M. Blinn. 
M. E. B. 
Emma E Brown. 
M. E. N. Hathaway. 



FIVE LITTLE CHICKENS. 

Said the first little chicken, 
With a queer little squirm, 

“ O, I wish I could find 
A fat little worm 1 ” 

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Said the next little chicken, 
With an odd little shrug, 

“ O, I wish I could find 
A fat little bug ! ” 

Said the third little chicken, 
With a sharp little squeal, 

“ O, I wish I could find 
Some nice yellow meal ! ” 

Said the fourth little chicken. 
With a small sigh of grief. 

“O, wish I could find 
A green little leaf !.” 

Said the fifth little chicken, 
With a faint little moan, 

“ O, I wish I could find 
A wee gravel stone ! ” 


FIVE LITTLE CHICKENS. 


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“ Now see here,” said the mother, 
From the green garden patch, 

“ If you want any breakfast. 
You just come and scratch!” 



so SLEEP-Y. 


“I’m so s’eep-y, s’eep-y, s’eep-y ! 

An’ I want to go to bed — 
I’se dwinked my milk, and eat 
my cook-ie, 

An’ had ’las-ses on my bread. 



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O, my hands are or-fu sticky, 
’Spose my face is dir-ty too, 


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so SLEEP-Y. 


’Fwaid ma’s gone for wa-ter — 

O dear me, what shall I do ? 

O, I wis’ I hadn’t touched it, 

’Spose I ain’t fit to be seen ; 

Nas-sy, hor-wid, old m’-las-ses! 

There ! I don’t want to be 
clean. 

Dear me suz, my eyes keep 
shut-tin’. 

Dess I’ll take a ’it-tle nap ; 

This nice rug is pret-ty com- 
f’-ble, 

Mos’ as nice as mam-ma’s 
lap.” 

Now she’s nod-ding, and the 
kit-ty 


so SLEEP-Y. 


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Comes and laps her stick-y 
hand. 

Mam-ma takes her sleep-y treas- 
ure, 

Car-ries her off to baby-land. 








THE MEETING OF THE 
BIRDS. 


Four little, merry, talkative birds 

Met in a thicket together one day ; 

And, “Oh, how pleasant it is,’’ said 
one, 

“To build pretty nests in the month 
of May.” 

“ I like the world best in June,” said 
one, 

“ When the flowers are blossoming 
bright and sweet, 

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i6 THE MEETING OF THE BIRDS. 

And the cherries are hanging thick 
on the trees 

Ripe and crimson, all ready to eat.” 

The other two said, “ O, we like to 
sing 

To call the people to rise with the 
sun ; 

And we like to sing at the evening 
hour 

To tell the people the day-time 
is done.” 

And so these four little frolicsome 
birds 

Talked" as they met in the thicket 
one day. 

Till they thought of their young ones 
waiting at home. 

When they spread their small wings 
and fluttered away. 




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A LIT-TLE RHYME OF A 
LIT-TLE MAID. 

A lit-tle wind was blow-ing, 
blow-ing, blow-ing ; 

A lit-tle rain was fall-ing in 
lit-tle drops a-down ; 

A lit-tle maid was go-ing, go- 
ing. go-ing, 

A-cross a lit-tle mead-ow 
to reach a lit-tle town ; 

A lit-tle um-brel-la — brel-la — 
brel-la 


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A LIT-TLE RHYME OF A LIT-TLE MAID. 


She held with-in her lit-tle hand 
a-bove her lit-tle head ; 

And lit-tle Is-a-bel-la — bel-la 
— bel-la 

Felt quite a lit-tle touch of 
pride to see the lit-tle spread. 


She turned a lit-tle cor-ner, 
cor-ner, cor-ner, 

A lit-tle peal of thun-der with 
just a lit-tle flash, 

And be-fore I’d time to warn 
her, warn her, warn her. 
That lit-tle um-brel-la was just 
a lit-tle smash! 


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A CATASTROPHE. 


One little black cat, one little gray, 

Two little funny cats having such 
a play ! 

Over goes the gray cat sticking out 
her toes ; 

Down tumbles Blackie, right upon 
her nose! 

Here comes the mamma-cat, straight 
across the floor ; 

There go the kitten-cats scrambling 
for the door; 


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A CATASTROPHE. 


Up pops a brown mouse, coming 
through a crack ! 

Jump goes the mamma-cat before it 
can get back ! 

Funny little black cat, funny little 

gray, 

How they let the brown mouse try 
to run away ! 

Off goes the brown mouse, in among 
the pails ! 

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UPS AND DOWNS. 


What did Fritz gain by be-ing 
good ? 

Full twen-ty sold-iers made of 
wood, 


With wood-en mus-kets 
paint-ed red, 

And a wood-en cap-tain to 
march a-head. 


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UPS AND DOWNS. 


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A wood-en drum-mer and flag 
of wood — 

All giv-en to Fritz for be-ing 
good ! 


What did Fritz lose by be-ing 
bad? 

H is wood-en sold-iers — all he 
had — 


The wood-en drum-mer, the 
flag of wood — 

All that he gained by be-ing 
good ! 


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UPS AND DOWNS 










And the paintred musk-ets — 
oh, how sad ! 

All ta-ken from Fritz for be- 
ing bad ! 



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NEDDY’S PETS. 


Neddy has a pony, 

Her name is “ Jenny Stone; ” 
He strokes her and he pats her, 
And rides her all alone. 

He had a little kitten. 

Her name was Nellie Gray ; ” 
He gave her to a lady. 

Who lives a mile away. 


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NEDDY S PETS. 



“here’s a kitty for you I” 

He has a little chicken, 

Her name is Miss “Bright Eyes 
And when she sees her master 
She lifts her wings and flies. 


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Neddy’s pets. 


He has a big Newfoundland dog, 
His name is “ Faithful Tray ; ” 
Both Neddy and his doggie 
Were five years old in May. 

He has a baby-sister, 

His best and dearest pet — 
What do you think her name is ? 
She hasn’t any yet. 






BUNNY-COATS BED. 


Little gay Bunny-coat 
Slipped into bed — 

Nothing was seen of him, 

But his gray head: 

Where was his bed, think you ' 
Where did he dream ? 

You will laugh when I tell you, 
So droll does it seem 1 


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bunny-coat’s bed. 


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In little Jean’s pocket 
In her apron so white, 



The little grey “ Bunny-coat 
Slept all the night. 


LAZY LEW. 


I NEVER like to go to school/' 
Said lazy little Lew ; 

’Tis such a very stupid place ! 

I hate it — so I do.- 

I do not like the girls and boys, 
They always laugh, to see 
That when I am a little late 
The teacher frowns at me. 

I do not like to sit so still 

With both arms tightly folded ; 
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LAZY LEW. 


;\nd if I make a little noise 
Tm sure of getting scolded. 

I hate to read. The birds and 
flowers 

I’d rather go and see; 

And all the men and things in books, 
What good are they to me ? 

“ I hate to write — I never could — 

I hate to hold a pen ; 

To make a poor boy work so hard, 

I think, is very mean. 


“ I always did dislike to spell. 

It is so hard to know 
The names of all the letters well 
And how they ought to go. 


LAZY LEW. 


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^ And then I hate Arithmetic 
'Tis such a dismal sight — 

The rows of figures on my slate 
I never can get right ! 

ril play the truant— -yes I will, 

As often as I can ; 
ril vote against there being schools 
If ever Tm a man ! ” 



DOC-TOR JOHN-NY’S VIS-IT. 

My young-est doll is ver-y sick, 
My lit-tle An-nie Bell ; 

I’ve sent for John-ny doc-tor-- 
man 

To come and make her well. 

“ Ah, here he is, the doc-tor- 
man ! 

Doc-tor, how long you’ve 
been ? 

My ba-by’s got some mea-sles, 
And you must strike ’em in ? 

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DOC-TOR JOHN-NY’s VIS-IT. 


“ Or maybe it’s dis-cip-e-las, 

Oh, doc-tor, tell me quick!” 

“I think,” said John-ny, sol- 
emn-ly, 

“ I think she’s aw-ful sick ! 

“ Now get some wa-ter to her 
feet. 

And mus-tard on her head. 

And wrap her up in blank- 
ets, 

Or she’ll be ver-y dead. 

“ And here’s the med-i-cine to 
take. 

You’ll need your big-gest 
spoon : 


DOC-TOR JOHN-NY’s VIS-IT. 


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’Twill cure her up like ev-er-y 
thing 

This ver-y af-ter-noon. 

Then John-ny took his hat and 
cane 

And start-ed for the door ; 

And such a doc-tor-man was 
he 

That when the clock struck 
four, 

Miss Dol-ly in her car-riage, 

All dres-sed in silk and lace, 

Beat John-ny’s new ve-loc-i- 
pede 

When they went out to race. 



JOLLY JOE. 


“ I like to go to school — I do/’ 

Says jolly little Joe ; 

“ Because I really think it is 
The nicest place I know. 

“ The boys and girls, at nine o’clock. 

I always like to see; 

I like to see the teacher, too, 

I know that she likes me ! 

“ I like to see the scholars sit 
With arms all neatly folded ; 

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JOLLY JOE. 


And if there should be naughty ones 
I like to hear them scolded ! 

“ I like to read — of birds and 
bees 

And trees and flowers, too ; 

Of sailors, soldiers, and about 
The gallant things they do. 

I like to write — I always did — 
To take my pen in hand 
And show how much a boy can do, 

I think is very grand. 

“And then I always like to spell; 

I think it is such fun 
To pick the little letters out 
And join them one by one. 


JOLLY JOE. 


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“ I like arithmetic, because 
’Tis such a pleasant sight 
To see the figures on my slate 
All coming out just right. 

“ I like it all. I’ll try to do 
The very best I can, 


Because I want to grow to be 
A wise and honest man. 





GAL-LANT AND TER-RI-BLE 
TIM McNEIL. 


Say! In your walks did you 
chance to meet 

A fel-low like this in Med-ford 
street ? 

Gen-u-ine I-rish from head to 
heel — 

Thegal-lant and ter-ri-ble Tim 
McNeil! 

All your sto-ry books, true and 
un-true, 


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CO TIM MCNEIL. 

Are noth-ing at all to what 
he’s been through ; 
Goose-flesh and shiv-ers will 

0- ver you steal, 

At the won-der-ful sto-ries of 
Tim'McNeil! 

H is heart and his eyes are 

1- rish blue, 

He’s a doub-le-dyed pat-ri-ot 
through and through. 

He’s brave as a li-on, and true 
as steel, — 

Hur-rah ! for the ter-ri-ble Tim 
McNeil. 



THE SHEEP IN THE 
THORNS. 

A sheep was caught in the bushes 
one day, 

And she worked so hard to get out 
and away, 

That her nice wooly coat was tan- 
gled and torn. 

And some of its pieces were left on 
a thorn. 

But she said to herself, when at last 
she was free, 

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Tm sure that some bird will be 
thankful to me 

When she finds this wool to put into 
her nest, 

To make a soft bed where her babies 
may rest.” 

So this sheep went her way, well 
pleased to believe 

That the birds would be glad such a 
gift to receive. 

How much better was this, than to 
fret and complain 

Because the rough thorns had given 
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WINNIE’S TROUBLES. 


“ I NEVER shall be big,” 

Said little Winnie Winch ; 

“ I have tried for a month 

And I haven’t grown an inch — 

I know, for I measured 
By a mark on the wall. 

Little cups, little books, little desks, 
little clothes — 

For seven long years I’ve had only 
those. 


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LITTLE WINNIE WINCH 


WINNIE S TROUBLES. 


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Then the poor small Winnie 
Made a great wise plan 
How to grow very fast ; 

And away she ran. 

When she came in again 
She was — oh, so tall ! 

Her gown swept the floor 
From the door to the wall ; 

She walked up and down, till she 
tripped in her train. 

And then she was glad to be a small 
girl again. 


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A SONG OF SIX-PENCE. 

“ Sing a song of six-pence, 

A pock-et full ot rye.” 

John and Jim-my both picked 
some, 

So they could have a pie. 

And when they’d filled their 
pock-ets full, 

Down in the field of rve. 

They found some cun-ning 
lit-tle birds. 

To put in-to the pie. 

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Six pret-ty lit-tle hicl-clen nests, 

Down in the yel-low rye, 

Held foLir-and-twen-ty ba-by 
birds, 

E-nough to fill the pie. 

They set them all with-in the 
dish, 

Lined with a crust of rye ; 

But soon the four-and-twen-ty 
birds 

Cried out in-side the pie. 

Then Jim-my turned and 
looked at John, 

And John took up the pie, 


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A SONG OF SIX-PENCE. 


And back the little laddies went 

In-to the field of rye. 

The moth-er bird flew up and 
shrieked, 

“O, have you baked that pie ? 

How can you bring the cru-el 
dish, 

And eat it in the r3/e! ” 

“No, no, they’re all a-live,” 
said John — 

And down they set the pie ; 

The birds flew out and found 
their nests 

Down in the yel-low rye. 


A SONG OF SIX-PENCE. 


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So “ sing a song of six-pence, 
A pock-et full of rye ; ” 

And how the dear-est lit-tle 


boys 

Gave up the fa-mous pie. 














MY KITTY. 


Come here, kitty, and sit on my 
shoulder. 

Give me your paw, and purr in 
my ear. 

And you shall have cake and cream 
for dinner. 

And a little nap on my bed, my 
dear. 

But first, give your face a good 
washing. 

And with each little paw wipe it 
well ; 


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MY KITTY. 


And ril tie on your neck a blue 
ribbon, 

To fasten your collar and bell. 


For you caught that sly mouse in 
the pantry, 

Where he had nibbled my crack- 
. ers away ; 

What should I have done without 

kitty ? 

That same nibbling mouse would be 
here to-day. 







A WRI-TING MATCH. 


I’m go-ing to my cous-in’s 
house ; 

She lives in ' ’ ext block; 
My moth-ei night 

stay 

And pla) 

This is a let-t 
It is for cous-in Hell ; 

I wrote it to her all my 
For I have learned to s^ 

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A WRI-TING MATCH. 


B-o-y, boy ! c-a-t, cat ! 

And this too : g-o, go ! 

And g-r-1 is girl I think; 

And then I al-most know 

A lot of oth-er real hard 
words, 

And she knows two or three ; 

So we wA -9. Bell and I ; 

^ ometotea.” 

.rot spell, we 

ks and “rs ” — 
lat is a splen-did way, 
for we 

i read it as we please. 



So with my lit-tle notes I go 
To read to her you see; 

And when she gets the an-swer 
done 

She comes and reads to 


A WRI-TING MATCH. 


THE LET-TER WRI-TERS. 


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TICK TOCK. 

Tick tock, tick tock — 

ril count the seconds by grand- 
mother’s clock. 

When sixty have ticked, the min- 
ute-hand shows 

That one minute comes as another 
one goes. 

Sixty seconds a minute, and then 
it will take 

Sixty minutes, I know, an nour to 
make. 

The length of a day I can easily 
mark — 


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TICK TOCK. 


Just twenty-four h5urs'of day-light 


and da'fk. 






Seven da}4''Cnake-a‘'w^ek ; and then 
fifty-two ' 

Of these wed^s make a year, if my 
counting is true. 

A hundred long years, and then 
there will be 

A century here, for some one to see 





PEDRO. 


He can sit, he can stand, 

He can climb up a tree ; 

He can hold in his hand 
A cup full of tea ; 

He can eat a hot cake 

Without burning his thumb; 
He can hoe, he can rake, 

He can beat on a drum. 

He can run, he can hop. 

For Pedro is spry ; 

He can dance like a top. 

He can laugh, he can cry ; 

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PEDRO. 


But there’s one little thing 
This monkey can’t do, 
And that is to sing 
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AN ODD FISH-ER-MAN. 

A fish-er-man came to my 
stud-y door 

And called as loud as could be, 
“Fresh fish! fresh fish! oh 
la-dy dear, 

The best you ev-er did see !” 


“ Come in,” I cried, with pen 
in hand, 

“ But nev-er more trouble me!” 

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AN ODD FISH-ER-MAN. 


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The fish-er-man came — and 
what do you think ? 

It was on-ly Top-sy Bee. 



“ THE BEST YOU EVER DID SEE.” 


Ov-er her shoul-der some 
clothes-pins hung; 


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AN ODD FISH-ER-MAN. 


On her head was her broth-er’s 
hat; 

And right be-hind, to share the 
fun, 

Was Dai-sy, the fish-er-man’s 
cat. 

I bought two pounds of clothes- 
pin fish, 

And paid for it all with a 
kiss; 

But who-ev-er heard of a fish- 
er-man girl. 

Or a bar-gain just like this ! 



DREAD-ING WIN-TER. 

We’re two lit-tle birds 
As sor-ry as can be 
That win-ter is com-ing, 
For don’t you see 


In the great snow-storms 
There’ll be naught to eat 
In field, or gard-en 
In yard, or street ? 


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78 DREAD-ING WIN-TER. 

If we were chil-dren 
And you were birds, 
We’d set-tie this inat-ter 
With no more words. 



If ^we had the loaves, 

You should have crumbs — 
Remember this, dears, 

When the wild snow comes ! 










I FOR-GOT. 


A naught-y lit-tle elf 

Was lit-tle Jim-mie Trot, 
Be-cause if he did wrong 
’T was al-ways, “ I for-got ! ” 

He for-got to wash his face ; 

Forgot to clean his nails ; 
Forgot to take the spools 
From off the kit-tens’ tails; 

So 


I FOR-GOT. 


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For-got to take his book ; 
For-got to bring in wood; 

For-got to a-muse ba-by — 
For-got to help when he 
could. 

One day he came from school 
As hun-gry as a bear ; 

Thoughts of his good din-ner 
Had cheered him much while 
there. 

He reached the din-ning room 
And stopped in great sur- 
prise — 

Not a sign of din-ner 

Greet-ed his hun-gry eyes ! 


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I FOR-GOT. 


“Say mam-ma ! Where’s din- 
ner ? 

Why isn’t it here — hot ? ” 

“ O,” said mam-ma, smil-ing, 
“It must be / for-got / 


“If ’tisn’t wrong for you, 
Why is it wrong for me? 
d think as like as not 

I may for-get your tea ! ” 


Poor Jim-mie hung his head 
And had no word to say ; 
But he thought: “ I’ll try to 
Re-mem-ber ev-er-y day ! ” 



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IN SOR^ROW. 


O, two lit-tle girls, why look 
so sad ? 

O, two lit-tle girls, have you 
been bad ? 

O, two lit-tle girls, is this a let- 
ter 

With a prom-ise in it of be-ing 
bet-ter ? 


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IN SOR-ROW. 


Two lit-tle girls, were you 
cross at play ? 

Two little girls, did you run 
away ? 

O, two lit-tle girls, I wish I 
knew 

What naugh-ty deed is a-troub- 
ling you ! 


But, two lit-tle girls, please^ not 
to sigh ! 

O, two little girls, please not 
to cry! 

For mam-ma keeps her sweet- 
est kiss 

For just such a woe-ful time as 
this ! 



WHO IS THIS COMING? 


Who is this coming 
All dressed in fur, 
With a little soft step, 
And a little soft purr. 


With a little grey coat 
All spotted with buff. 
With a little brown head 
As warm as a muff? 

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Oh ! this is my kitty, 
The best pet of all. 

He is always ready 
To come when I call ; 


He plays with my thimble 
He tangles my thread ; 
He hides behind doors 
And creeps into my bed. 


Oh I he is so cunning, 

So pretty and spry. 
That if I should lose him 
I surely should cry. 


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La-dy Flo-rin-da sits in her 
chair, 

As state-ly as state-ly can 
be ; 

With her flounc-es and puffs, 
Her la-ces and ruffs. 

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La-dy Flo-rin-da isslim, and is 
fine ; 

Her skin, like the lil-y, is 
fair; 

And blue is her eye 
As the soft sum-mer sky ; 

And clus-ter-ing with curls 
is her hair. 


La-dy Flo-rin-da wakes up in 
the morn 

With nev-er a pout or a fret; 
Though the weath-er be cold, 
This la-dy don’t scold 

Like some lit-tle girls I have 
met. 


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La-dy Flo-rin-da, how-ev-er, has 
faults : 

No answer she gives if you 
call; 

Not an er-rand she’ll run; 

She cares not for fun — 

Flo-rin-da’s a doll af-ter all ! 




PET-TUM’S KISS. 

Fair Pet-tums was robed in her 
dain-ty night-gown, 

Just read-y to go to her white 
lit-tle nest. 

We’d been hav-ing the jol-li- 
est frol-ic in town ; 

And now I will tell you the 
rest : 

“Come! Pet-tums,” I said to 
that rogue of a miss, 

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pet-tum’s kiss. 


“’Tis time now, to kiss me 
good-night.” 

So she put up her lips as / 
thought for a kiss, 

But in-stead, she just gave me 

— a bite ! 


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THE HOUSE THAT MAM- 
MA BUILT. 


There was a wee mai-den 
(A pre-cious one, too), 
“Who had so ma-ny chil-dren 
Shedid-n’t know what to do.” 
I don’t mean real live ones. 
Whose lips will give smacks. 
But chil-dren of chi-na. 

Of rub-ber, or wax. 


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THE HOUSE THAT MAM-MA BUILT. 


They made so much troub-le, 
To mam-ma she went; 



IN TROUBLE. 


“ My fam-i-ly’s so s’pen-sive 
I can’t pay the rent ; 

An’ they have-n’t got an’-thin’, 
To eat, but some bread 5 

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THE HOUSE THAT MAM-MA BUTLT. 


IVe a good mind to whip ’em, 
An’ put ’em to bed!” 

Said mam-ma, “Wait a lit-tle, 
I’ll give them some food; 
And a house I will build, too, 
For your lit-tle brood.-” 

So she got shears and paste- 
board. 

And cut a big shoe. 

And cov-ered it o-ver 

With cloth black and nev 

For Miss Dol-lie Dink-um 
She made a nice cap. 

And in the shoe placed her, 
And put in her lap 


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THE HOUSE THAT MAM-MA BUILT. 


The pet of the house-hold, 
The sweet Ro-sa May, 

And stood up be-side them 
E-van-ge-line Ray. 

Fine So-phe-lia So-phi-a 
Kept still as a mouse ; 

But poor luck-less Nan-cy 
Fell out of the house. 

Her one col-ored off-spring 
(His name Sam-bo Jack), 
For fear of a quar-rel. 

Was placed at Doll’s back. 

When the house was fin-ished. 
And the fam-’ly moved in. 
And ev-er-y-thing set-tied 
As nice as a pin, 

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THE HOUSE THAT MAM-MA BUILT. 


The wee mai-den said “Love- 

}y ! 

Can’t a pict-ure be tooked ?” 
Then mam-ma got a pen-cil, 
And here’s how it looked : 



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SEVEN LIT-TLE COOKS. 


Sing a “song of sev-en” — 

Of sev-en lit-tle cooks, 

Who made a feast at Christ 
mas 

With -out their cook-er-y- 
books. 

Be-fore the feast was end-ed 
The guests cried out for 
more, 


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SEVEN LIT-TLE COOKS. 


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And ev-er-y lit-tle cook put on 
H er lin-en pin-a-fore 
And served the aunts and 
un-cles, 

Till all be-gan to sing : 

“ Isn’t this a din-ner fit 
To set be-fore a king!” 
When the feast was o-ver, 

The aunts be-gan to cry : 

“O lit-tle cooks, pray give us 
The rec-i-pes to try I ” 

List-en then, and cop-y them ; 

Ba-by Bess can make. 

With her dar-ling, dimp-led 
hands. 

This de-li-cious cake: 

Pat a cake — pat a cake — 
pat a cake, man ! 


SEVEN LIT-TLE COOKS. 


So I will, mas-ter, as fast as I 
can. 



Roll it, and prick it, and mark 
it with B, 

And toss it in the ov-en for Bes- 
sie and me I' 

Lil and Fan-ny, mer-ry cooks, 
Stir-red the pot of peas. 
With a rid-dle-rhyme that ran 
In-to words like these ; 


SEVEN LIT-TLE COOKS. 


Pease por-ridge hot — 
Pease por-ridge cold — 



Pease por-ridge bet-ter still 
Nine days old ! ” 

Kate and Car-rie made the 
bread: 

How they tum-bled o-ver, 
Sing-ing like a hap-py pair 
Of bob-o-links in the clo-ver : 


,04 SEVEN LIT-TLE COOKS. 

“ My fa-ther and moth-er have 
gone to bed, 

And left me a-lone to make co- 



coa-nut bread. 

So, o-ver I go, and when they 
a-wake 

They' ll see what nice co-coa-nut 
bread I can make." 


SEVEN LIT-TLE COOKS. i°5 



Here are two young der-vish-es 
Whirl-ing on their toes ; 
When the puff is light e- 
nough, 

Down the der-vish goes ! 
Nell and Ber-thasing no song, 
Qui-et lit-tle mice — 

But the aunt-ies call their 
cheese 

Ver-y, ver-y nice. 









THE TWO HOUSEKEEPERS, 


My two little girls, Mayette and May, 
Keep house like mamma every-day. 

Each little girl has all herself 
The whole of a great wide closet 
shelf. 

They move about the furniture 
small, 

In parlor, kitchen, bedroom and hall. 

They sweep and wash, they boil and 
bake, 


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io8 THE TWO HOUSEKEEPERS. 


And pretty suits for their dolls they 
make. 

Each small playhouse is neat and as 
bright 

As a brand-new pin, from morn 
till night. 

And Grandma says, “ 'tis pleasant to 
see 

What tidy dears they're learning 
to be.” 



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HARRY’S BIRTHDAY. 


“Harry is seven years old to-day — 
What shall we do to please our 
boy ? ” 

Said dear papa in his kindly 
way; 

“ Take him to town and buy him 
a toy?” 

Cried Tom, “ O, father, buy him 
a gun. 

And a box of caps — then there’ll 
be fun ! 


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Harry’s birthday. 


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‘‘ A rocking-horse,” said Sister 
Sue ; 

Said Sam, “A flag, red, whHe 
and blue !” 


“ Father, some candy!” said sweet- 
tooth Charley, 

Chocolate, almond, and sticks 
of barley. 

In a pretty box with a picture 
cover — 

Harry is such a candy lover! 


Mother said, “ Let us sail down 
the harbor. 

And see the bright water dance in 
the sun, 


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Harry’s birthday. 


Come home at six and have tea in 
the arbor!” 

Cried all ; “ That’s the very thing 
to be donel” 





PUSSY AND THE MARTINS. 

One day Pussy said as she came 
from the barn, 

“ I am very tired of living on mice ; 

I’ll take a walk through the trees, I 
think ; 

A tender young bird would taste very 
nice.” 

Then she climbed, and climbed, with 
a careful step, 

From branch to branch of a tall green 
fir, 

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II4 PUSSY AND THE MARTINS. 

Where Mrs. Martin lived with her 
mate 

In a snug- little house that was built 
for her. 

But the martins saw her as on she 
came, 

And they hastened out to drive her 
away ; 

They pecked at her ears, her eyes, her 
nose. 

And frightened her so she’d no wish 
to stay ; 

And down to the ground they fol- 
lowed her close ; 

They flew about her from side to 
side. 

Till Pussy was sick with a dizzy 
head. 

And glad to go in a corner and hide; 


PUSSY AND THE MARTINS. 


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She will not climb the fir tree again . 

She found the martins too bold and 
strong ; 

She keeps to her diet of rats and 
mice, 

And stays in the barn where the 
cats belong. 



JOHNNY’S HORSE. 


A fine young horse has Master John, 
With saddle and bridle always on; 
His stable’s on the parlor floor; 

And grandpa bought him at the store. 


He has a coat of soft brown hair; 
His mane and tail are long and fair; 
One ear is black and one is white; 
And both his eyes are very bright. 


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He will not kick or run away ; 

He stands untied for half a day ; 

But oh ! he is a pretty show 
As Johnny mounts to make him go. 


And Johnny rides for many a mile, 
And grandpa sees him with a smile ; 
He wishes he could be a boy, 

Just such a gallop to enjoy. 


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A CONTENTED BOY. 

How old am I ? 

Well, let me see ! 
Johnnie is four, 

Mary is three. 

And I am as big 
As I want to be ; 

Eor both their years 
Belong to me : 

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A CONTENTED BOY. 



Six and one, 
Three, and four, 
Five, and two. 

But not one more. 
I am the oldest 
Of mother’s three, 
And just as big 
As I want to be. 



» HOO-DLE-DUM.” 

“ H oo-dle-dum ” is a ba-by boy 
With the fat-test of lit-tle fat 
feet, 

And a gown of white 
With rib-bons red, 

And his cheeks are clean and 
sweet. 

“ Hoo-dle-dum” — that’s his 
pa-pa’s name 

For this pret-ty ba-by boy; 

He is ro-sy and red. 

With a CLirl-y head. 

And they call him“pa-pa’s joy.” 


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HOO-DLE-DUM.” 

“ Hoo-dle-dum ” rides a gay, 
gay horse 



Sit-ting there on his pa-pa’s 
knee; 

With whisk-ers for reins, 




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“ HOO-DLE-DUM.” 

He spares no pains, 

And laughs in mer-ryglee. 

“ Ride, H oo-dle-dum, ride,” 
Calls pa-pa half in fun, 

“ Ride far, and ride fast. 
Old Care will at last 
Stop our jour-ney so well be- 
gun.” 







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A MOTHER’S PRIDE. 


Cluckity, cluckity, cluckity, 
c^uck! 

Had ever a hen such wonder- 
ful luck ? ' — 

Ten little puffity, fluffity things, 

Nestling so cosily under my 
wings. 

Hickory, hickory, dickory, dock! 

Mrs. Grimalkin gave me a 
shock ! 

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A mother’s pride. 


Seeing my Top-knot taking a 
drink, 

She put out her paw as quick 
as a wink. 

But Top-knot is smart, and 
Top-knot is spry. 

She gave puss the slip in the 
glance of an eye ; 

Top’s a chick ! It’s 

easy to see 

What a belle, by and by, my 
Top-knot will be. 

Higglety, pigglety, wigglety, 
wee ! 

I’ve nine other darlings lovely 
as she : 


A mother’s pride. 


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Floss, like a puff-ball, pretty as 
silk, 

And Snow-drop and Trotty, 
whiter than milk ; 

And Puck, who will do me 
great credit some day 

(To hear that chick crow is 
good as a play) ; 

And Speckle, and Friskie, and 
Hussey, and Prink, 

And Brownie, and Blackie, 
what do you think ? 

Was ever a prouder mother 
than I ? 

Were ever such chickens under 
the sky? 


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A mother’s pride. 


Lambs, kittens, babies, and 
other wee things. 

Are pretty, but dear me, they 
haven t wings ! 







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LIT-TLE SUN-SHINE. 



A dear lit-tle ba-by 
As good as she’s fair, 
With smil-ing blue eyes 
And gold-en-y hair — 
She’s go-ing to walk, 

And what’ll she wear? 

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LIT-TLE SUN-SHINE. 


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The ru£f-led white cloak 
That hangs on the crib, 
A lit-tle lace hood, 

And a lit-tle lace bib — 
Our ba-by’s a beau-ty 
And that is no fib. 

And when she goes out. 

So sweet and so fine. 

All who see her will say, 

“ I wish she was mine ! ” 
But she isn’t — she ’s our 
Own lit-tle Sun-shine. 



“KA-TY DID” 

Ka-ty tossed the new-mown hay 
All thepleas-ant sum-mer day; 

Roved the fra-grant mead-ow 
o-ver, 

Gath-er-ing tufts of sweet red 
clo-ver, — 

Wan-dered to the riv-er brink, 
Where the cat-tie stop to drink, 


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‘‘ KA-TY DID. 


And (I know ’tis ver-y shock 
. ing!) 

Quick-ly off came shoe and 
stocking, 

First from one foot, then the 
oth-er — 

Nev-er thought of mind-ing 
mother — 

And the wa-ter, cool and sweet, 

Splashed a-bout her dim-pled 
feet ! 

Hark ! she hears a-cross the 
hill 

Someone call-ing “Whip-poor 
will!” 




“ KA-TY DID.” '35 

And her stur-dy lit-tle shout 
Flings the ech-oes all a-bout : 

“ No, it isn’t — can’t you see? 
Tisn’t Will — ’tis on-ly me!" 

Truth, though sad, must not 
be hid — 

All these things our Ka-ty did. 



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DAD-DY LONG-LEGS. 


Dad-dy Long-]egs,slim and fine, 
Walk-ing up that nar-row line, 
Tell me, pray, how soon you 
dine — 

Gen-tle Dad-dy Long-legs ? 

Tell me what you like to eat 
Thick or thin, or sour or sweet, 
Gake or pie, or fish or meat? — 
Do, good Dad-dy Long-legs. 


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DAD-DY LONG-LEGS. 


When you shy-ly run a-bout, 
With your gog-gle eyes stuck 
out, 

Do you ev-er laugh or shout, 
Grave old Dad-dy Long-legs? 


Can’t you an-swer ? Don’t you 
hear ? 

You’re not list-en-ing — that is 
clear. 

H ow are all your chil-dren dear. 

My poor Dad-dy Long-legs ? 

And your wife — in what dark 
hole 

Is she wait-ing, poor old soul, 


DAD-DY LONG-LEGS. 


Dressed in mourn-ing black as 
coal, 

Mis-tress Dad-dy Long-legs ? 

This is get-ting too ab-surd ! 
Won’t you say a sin-gle v;ord ? 
Then good-by, you queer old 


bird — , 

Naugh-ty Dad-dy Long-legs! 



MISS PUSSY’S SICKNESS. 


Miss Pussy is ill ; 

She lies very still 
In her snug little bed, 
With a pain in her head. 

“ O doctor ! ” cries she, 

“ Pray what can it be 
That gives me such pain 
On the top of my brain ? ” 

Says old Doctor Grey, 

“ Excuse me, I pray. 

For seeming so rude. 

But it is for your good; 


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MISS pussy’s sickness. 

“ I really do think — ” 
(This he says with a wink !) 



DR. grey’s patient. 


‘‘ You have eaten a slice 
Too mttch of young mice ! ” 


THE OLD SNOW MAN. 

Charley, and Arthur, and John, 

Three merry young rogues that I 
know. 

Have been at work in the drifts 
And made an old man out of 
snow. 

His body is clumsy and rough ; 

His face has queer features to 
show ; 

And nothing but stumps for his 
arms » 

Has this poor old man made of 
snow. 


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THE OLD SNOW MAN, 


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But how the boys frolic and shout ! 

And how their chubby cheeks 
glow ! 

For oh! ’tis such wonderful fun 

To make an old man out of snow. 

They pat him, they smooth him 
around 

To harden him well; for they 
know 

That the sun will do all he can 


To melt down their old man of 
snow. 






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A SONG OF SIX-PENCE. 

Sing a song, a brand new song : 
“ Sing a song of six-pence, 

A pock-et full of rye.” 

John and Jim-my both picked 
some. 

So they could have a pie. 

And when they’d filled their 
pock-ets full, 

Down in the field of rye, 

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A SONG OF SIX-PENCE. 


They found some cun-ning 
lit-tle birds, 

To put in-to the pie. 

Six pret-ty lit-tle hid-den nests, 

Down in the yel-low rye. 

Held four-and-twen-ty ba-by 
birds, 

E-nough to fill the pie. 

They set them all with-in the 
dish. 

Lined with a crust of rye ; 

But soon the four-and-twen-ty 
birds 

Cried out in-side the pie. 

Then Jim-my turned and 
looked at John, 







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A SONG OF SIX-PENCE. 


And John took up the pie, 

xALnd back the lit-tle lad-dies 
went 

In-to the field of rye. 

The moth-er bird flew up and 
shrieked, 

“O, have you baked that 
pie? 

How can you bring the cru-el 
dish. 

And eat it in the rye ! ” 

John — 

And soon they ate the pie ; 

The birds flew out and found 
their nests 

Down in the yel-low rye. 


PAYING BACK. 


Seven happy little chicks walked out 
one day in June, 

Thought they would enjoy the way 
by starting up a tune ; 

Seven ugly little ducks, whose 
names I will not mention. 

Made up their minds to follow them, 
and spoil their good intention ; 
Now everybody knows that a duck- 
ling’s voice is deep. 

And everybody knows that quack 
will make more noise than peep. 


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PAYING BACK. 


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So when they found their music 
drowned, these plucky little chicks 
Made up their minds to cure these 
ducks of all such naughty tricks ; 
So they chased them from the barn- 
yard, on this pleasant day in June, 
Then started on their walk again, 
and went on with their tune. 

— J. 8. 


THE GENEROUS CLOVER. 


Clover, clover in the field, 

Why do you hang your head ? 
Have you done anything unkind? 
Or any cross word said ? 


O no, my little maiden, no ! 

I only droop with dew; 

And from my lips sweet honey drips ; 
Come, I will share with you. 

— < 7 . ( 7 . B, 


WHERE THEY GROW. 

Down in the valley, deep, deep, deep. 
Where little sunbeams wink and peep, 
Under the grasses hiding low — 
There's where the dear little violets 
grow. 

Out in the meadow, bright, bright, 
bright. 

Close by the clovers red and white — 
With heart of gold and a fringe of 
snow, 

There's where the dear little daisies 
grow. 

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WHERE THEY GROW. 


Up in the older tree, tree, tree. 

Peep, and a tiny nest you’ll see. 
Swung by the bieezes to and fro — 
There’s where the dear little bird- • 
lings grow. 

Up in the nursery, neat, neat, 
neat. 

Hear the patter of wee, wee 
feet — 

Hear little voices chirp and crow — 
There’s where the dear little babies 
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BA-BY FAY FERN-Y. 

What is this, with blue 
Lit-tle shoes, so new — 
Cun-ning lit-tle feet. 

Trot-ting down the street, 
What will mam-ma say ? 
Ba-by’s run a-way — 

Ba-by Fay Fer-ny. 

Calls a boy : “ Hal-loo ! 

See here, lit-tle pop-pet show, 

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BA-BY FAY FERN-Y. 


Come with me!” No, no, 
Ba-by’s do-in’ do 
Ba-by’s own self! Fast 



BA-BY FAY FER-NY. 


Round the cor-ner passed 
Ba-by Fa)^ Fer-ny. 


BA-BY PAY FERN-Y. 


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Stops a great big man 
Hur-ry-ing all he can : 

“ Here! what’s this! My ! 
Dropped down from the sky ? 
Sorne-bod-y’s to blame ! 

Ba-by, what’s your name?” 

“ Ba-by Fay Fer-ny.” 

“Where you go-ing? say!” 
“Day-day.” “What’s that, hey ? 
See the ba-by fidg-et ! 

What d’you want, you midg-et.” 
“ Piece o’but-ter-bed, 

Su-gy on it, ’las-ses on it. 

Jam on it,” said 

Ba-by Fay Fer-ny, 


BA-BY FAY FERN-Y. 


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Peo-ple pause to see : 
La-dies, one, two, three; 

A po-lice-man, too ; 

But no one that knew 
Whence the ba-by came. 

“ What’s your pa-pa’s name 
“ Pa-pa Fay Fer-ny.” 

Comes a breath-less maid : 
“O dear! I’m a-fraid 
Ba-by’s lost and gone — 
Ba-by Fer-gu-son! 

No — there down the street 
o, you naugh-ty sweet 
Ba-by Fay Fer-ny!” 


THE DOUGH-DOG. 

One day when grandma was making 
some pies, 

She wished to give Tommy a pleas- 
ant surprise ; 

So she made a puppy-dog out of 
some dough, 

And baked it, and marked it, and 
named it Bruno. 

This wonderful dog could stand on 
its feet. 


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THE DOUGH-DOG, 


Its body was chubby, and cunning 
and neat, 

Its little dough-head was spotted 
with black, 



BRUNO. 


And its little dough-tail curled over 
its back. 

And when Tommy saw it he shouted 
with glee, 


THE DOUGH-DOG. 

“ How good grandma was to make 
that for me ! 

And he played with the puppy-dog 
day after day, 

Till its head and its tail were both 


worn away. 


—M. E, N. H. 


THE LION’S O-PIN-ION OF 
HIM-SELF. 

A li-on gazed down at his 
shad-ow one day ; 

Said he, “ I look fierce, I de- 
clare! 

No won-der my neigh-bors 
keep out of my way. 

And wish they were birds of 
the air! 








THE lion’s O-PIN-ION OF HIM-SELF. 

“And I own that real-ly I feel 
a-fraid 

Some-times when I hear my- 
self roar!” 

And he wished as he went 
and lay down in the shade 

That he need be a li-on no 


more. 


WHICH IS TALL-EST. 

Look ! how the}^ meas-ure, 
Dai-sy and Rose ; 
Naught-y Dai-sy will stand 
On the tips of her toes ! 

If I was in her place 
I’d try to act fair! 

And Ro se is the tall-est 

For all, I de-clare! 

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THE ANX-IOUS DOG-GY. 


Take care, lit-tle mas-ter, 

Or you’ll fall in ! 

That wa-ter is up 
To your ver-y chin. 

Please don’t ! please don’t, 
My mas-ter dear — 

O, I wish your moth-er 
Wouldn’t send you here! 

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THE ANX-IOUS DOG-GY. 

For oh ! lit-tle mas-ter, 
What could I do, 









If you should fall in 
But jump in too ? 


NINE LITTLE BIRDIES. 


Nine little birdies rocked by the 
breeze : 

First birdie said, “ I’m tired of these 
trees ; ” 

Next birdie said, '' Where shall we 
go?” 

Third birdie said, “ Where red cher- 
ries grow ! ” 

Fourth birdie said, “ Are they ripe, 
do you think?” 

Fifth birdie laughed with a rogue’s 
own wink ; 

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NINE LITTLE BIRDIES. 



Sixth birdie said, I’m sure that 
they are ; ” 

Seventh birdie said, 

“ Is it very far?” 

'Eighth birdie said, 

“Who’ll leader be?” 

Ninth birdie said, “ I’m 
off, follow me ! ” 

Whew ! Whew ! 

And away they all flew 
Into Mr. John Lee’s 
Choice cherry trees ! 


WHAT BA-BY DID. 


What do you think the ba-by 
did ? 

Why, Ba-by did as he was bid! 

The dar-ling took a pen, and 
wrote — 

A lit-tle in-vi-ta-tion note. 

To all the aunts, and grand- 
mam-ma. 

To un-cles all, and grand-pa-pa, 


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WHAT BABY DID. 


To all the ba-by kin ar-ray, 



To come to din-ner Christ- 
mas Day. 


WHAT BA-BY DID. 


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He wrote it ver-y black and 
plain, 



Criss-crossed and marked it all 
a-gain ; 


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WHAT BA-BY DID. 


And though he had not had 
his nap 

He next was seen in cloak and 
cap, 

And go-ing up the crowd-ed 
street, 

Safe in his hand the mis-sive 
sweet. 

To drop it in the box him-self, 

The awful lit-tle dar-ling elf! 


TWO KIND LIT-TLE GIRLS. 


Whith-er a-way, 

Lit-tle la-dies so gay ? 

“O, o-ver the hill 
To Grand-moth-er Dill!” 
And what have you there 
In your bas-ket square? 

“ O, pud-dings and pies, 
A lit-tle sur-prise!” 

Why such good-will 
To Grand-moth-er Dill? 


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76 TWO KIND LIT-TLE GIRLS. 


“O, ev-er-y one should 
On Christ-mas do good ! 



Lit-tle maids, good day ! 
Flow-ers strew your way 


AN APRIL RAIN. 

You poor little birds, 

It’s happened again — 

In the midst of your play 
Down patters the rain. 

You were caught in a shower 
Just so last week, 

And I thought that morning 
I ought to speak ; 

I hear you all up 
A-singing at dawn. 


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AN APRIL RAIN. 



I know you have tried 
Each tree on thelawn, 

Yet not one of you all 
Have picked up a 
straw — 

Such improvident 
birds 

I ne’er before saw. 


But I hope you see now 
That it would be best 
To let your play go 
And build you a nest. 


WHAT THE GRASSES SAID. 


Who can hear the grass talk ? 

Very few, I know ; 

Yet it whispers every day, 
Sweet and soft and low. 


And one day I heard it ; 

Shall I tell you when ? 

I lay on the grass to read, 
And I heard it then. 


Everything was pleasant ; 
Bright the sun did shine; 
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i8o WHAT THE GRASSES SAID. 

Dew lay in the flowers’ eyes, 
Heavy sleep in mine ; 


So I gently shut them; 

Soon they opened wide; 
For I heard the grasses talk 
Fast on every side ! 


This is what they talked about: 

“ Oh, what pleasant weather ! 
Lift your heads up to the sun, 
Nod and wave together 1 


“ We’re so glad that we are grass, 
Cool and soft and green; 

Oh, how sad the earth would look 
If no grass were seen ! 



















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And we love the summer warm, 
But, oh, dear ! oh, dear ! 

What will little grasses do 
When winter cold is here? 


“ How the wind will whistle 
Round about our heads ! 
Oh it’s very hard to have 
No covers on our beds ! ” 


Then the wise red-rose bush 
Tall, and rough and old. 

Shook his head, and kindly said, 
“You will not be cold. 


For God sends a blanket warm 
For every blade of grass. 


WHAT THE GRASSES SAID. 183 


Soft and light, and white as wool ; 
Not a blade He’ll pass!” 


What’s the blanket made of ? 
Quick! we want to know!” 

Why, my dears,” the rose-bush said, 
“ God’s blanket is the snow.” 


TAB-BY’S LULL-A-BY. 

W ash-wash-you-cat, 

Now this side, now that ! 
Wash-wash-you-cat, 

Keep clean and grow fat 

Four lit-tle ears, 

And eight lit-tle paws, 
Two small nos-es. 

And for-ty sharp claws, 

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tab-by’s lull-a-by. 


IS5 

Give moth-er’s tongue 
great deal to do. 

So hush ! keep still, 

And I’ll sing to you : 

Purr-r\ furr-r\ 

Pt a sil-ver house, 

Moth-er once saw 

A lit-tle white mouse, 

Soft white fur. 

And lit-tle pink eyes. 

So round and plump . 

And so ver-y wise. 

W ash-wash-you-cat, 

Now hold up your chin. 


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tab-by’s lull-a-by. 


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Me-ow! don’t you scratch — 
To scratch is a sin. 

Me-ow! Me-ow! 

You <5^^^Iit-tle cat, 

You mustn’t bite; 

Moth-er won’t stand that ! 

Purr-r! purr-r ! 

Now shut up your eyes ; 
Moth-er will make 

You some cat-nip pies. 

Purr-r ! purr-r ! 

Lit-tle balls of fur, 

Purr-r ! purr-r ! 

Lie still, and don’t stir. 


tab-by’s lull-a-by. 


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W ash-wash-you-cat, 
Lit-tle balls of fur ! 
Wash-wash-you-cat, 
Purr-r ! purr-r ! 


SOME NAUGHY FS. 


“I, I, I," 

Some little people cry : 

“ I won’t, I can’t, 

I shall, I shan’t — ” 

Oh, what a naughty I ; 

“I I I ” 

A, A, A, 

Now hear them passing by 
“ I han’t, I be, 

I are, I see — ” 

Oh, what a naughty 1. 

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AT BREAK-FAST. 


A gay lit-tle bird 
That want-ed some fun 
Flew in and light-ed 
On the ba-by’s bun. 

He pecked at a cur-rant, 
He sipped from the cup, 
Then hopped on the loaf. 
And thus piped up : 


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AT BREAK-FAST. 


191 

“ l^eep-sy weeps ! Ba-by, say, 
What’ll you give if I will stay? 
Peep-sy weeps ! Ba-by, O, 
What’ll you give if I will go V‘ 



He splashed the milk, 
He nib-bled the bread. 


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AT BREAK-FAST. 


He Spread both wings, 

He stood on his head. 

But still the ba-by 

Said nev-er a word — 
And out of the win-dow 
Flashed the bird ! 

“ Peep-sy weeps!" loud sang 
he, 

“ Such a stu-pid ba-by I nev-er 
did see! 

Nev-er a smile, nev-er a 
word — 

Peep-sy weeps ! I’m glad I’m 
a bird!” 


BA-BY DIM-PLE AT BREAK- 
FAST. 

She sits in the porch with her 
sau-cer ; 

Smeared are her fin-gers 
and thumbs ; 

While a-round with nois-y clat- 
ter 

Old hen, with her chick-ens 
comes. 


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194 BA-BY DIM-PLE AT BREAK-FAST. 

Ba-by shoos and shoos, and 
strikes them 

With the spoon that spills 
the crumbs: 

“ Do 'way chick-ies ! 'ou sant 
hab em — 

My nice bwead an lasses 
turns ! " 


But the chick-ies sly will pick 
them 

When Miss Dim-ple’s not 
on the watch ; 

And old moth-er hen comes 
bold-ly 








196 BA-BY DIM-PLE AT BREAK-FAST. 


With her mind made up for 
a snatch. 

Take care, Mrs. Hen-ny-pen- 
ny ! 

One good rap is what you 
catch, 

With Miss Dim-ple’s sharp ad- 
vise-ment : 

'‘^'Ou la-zy ol' Jing — go 
scwatch ! ” 


NOBODY KNOWS. 


How the wind whistles and roars ! 
How he blows, he blows, and he 
blows ! 

But what does he say at the doors ? 
Nobody knows, nobody knows. 

The ground is covered with white, 
For it snows, it snows, and it snows ; 
But it falls so silent at night 
That nobody knows, nobody knows. 

The grass is springing again. 

And it grows, it grows, and it grow.s, 
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NOBODY KNOWS. 


In the sunshine and the rain — 
How, nobody knows, nobody knows. 

Hear the black cock flap his wings ! 
And he crows, he crows,, and he 
crows ; 

But whether he laughs or he sing,s. 
Why, nobody knows, nobody knows. 

The brook runs sparkling along. 
And it flows, it flows, and it flows; 
But what is its rippling song. 
Why, nobody knows, nobody knows. 

The cow comes down through the 
lane. 

And she lows, she lows, and she lows ; 
But what she says it is plain 
That nobody knows, nobody knows. 


NOBODY KNOWS. 


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Over the fields and away 
Fly the crows, the crows, the crows ; 
They caw, they caw, but they say 
What nobody knows, nobody knows. 


THE LOST CHICKENS. 

“ Cluck, cluck ! cluck, cluck ! ” called 
the mother-hen, 

“Some harm has come to my 
chickens, I fear ; 

I counted this morning, and then 
there were ten ; 

Now four are gone, and but six are 
here.” 


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THE LOST CHICKENS 


201 


‘ Peep, peep ! peep, peep ! ” four chick- 
ens replied, 

As they sipped the dew from a 
burdock leaf ; 



“all safe and sound.” 


‘ \'Ve must hurry back to our mother’s 
side, 


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THE LOST CHICKENS. 


She is calling us now with a voice 
of grief.” 

Then away to her side they ran 
again, 

Leaving the dainty drink they had 
found ; 

“ Cluck, cluck ! cluck, cluck ! ” said the 
mother-hen, 

‘‘ Here are my ten, all safe and 
sound.” 

:e. k m. 


LIKE BABY. 

I’m going to make a dolly, 

Just like the baby there; 

I’m going to take some sunshine 
And twist it up for hair. 

I’m going to take the bluest speck 
In all the great blue skies, 

And make a bright blue pretty pair 
Of little winking eyes. 

I’m going to take some roses. 

The sweetest, brightest pink. 


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204 


LIKE BABY. 


To make her little darling cheeks, 
The very thing, I think I 

But, oh dear me ! I surely am 
Forgetting all the while, 

I cannot find a single thing — 
To make baby’s smile. 


HOW THE BABY WAS 
NAMED. 

Mother’s busy washing ; 

Jack has gone to school; 
Baby’s in the garden ; 

Kitty has a spool. 

Every one is busy 

This bright summer day, 
None more so than Baby, 
Working hard to play. 


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HOW THE BABY WAS NAMED, 

Hat stuck full of daisies, 

Dolls are daisy-crowned — 

Daisies, daisies everywhere 
Lying on the ground. 

Out comes little pussy 
Tossing them about ; 

Baby calls, “ Go way now ! ” 
With a little pout. 

Summer sun grows warmer; 
Baby tires with play ; 

Down upon the green grass 
Fast asleep she lay; 

Daisies all about her. 

Sunshine overhead. 

Pussy nestled closely 
In this summer bed. 


2o8 how the baby was NAMED. 


Mother from her washing 
Comes, and finds her there 
With the wide-eyed daisies 
Nestling in her hair. 

Then was Baby christened 
In the summer sweet ; 
Now, no longer “ Bab}^” 

But sweet Marguerite. 


THE WINDOW-PANE TREE. 

With her warm little finger, 
Gold Locks wrote 
On the icy window-pane 
A note. 

“Make me a Christmas-tree,” 

It read ; 

It was signed with a flourish, 
“Yours, Gold Head.” 

Then out came the sunlight’s 
Sparkling ray ; 


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210 THE WINDOW-PANE TREE. 


It melted the message 
All away. 

But the very next morning, 
Lo ! behold ! 

On the glass of the window, 
White and cold. 

Was a tapering fir-tree. 
Weighed with snow. 

Spire-like at the top. 

And broad below. 

Cried out little Gold Locks, 

“ See, oh, see ! 

Jack Frost has painted 
My Christmas-tree ! 






BIRDS IN WINTER. 


Come now, little birds, 

You must stop in your play, 
The snow’s coming down. 

You must hide you away. 

You must huddle together 
And keep )murselves warm. 
In snug nooks and corners 
Shut out from the storm. 

Be patient and wait. 

The clouds will go by. 

And sunshine once more 
Will brighten the sky. 


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BIRDS IN WINTER, 


213 



In the woods and the 
fields 

Where summer-plants 
grew, 

The buds and the seeds 
Are stored up for you. 

You can seek them for 
food 

When the weather is 
fair, 

And chirp your sweet songs 
In the clear pleasant air. 


THREE TRAVELLERS. 

Three funny little travellers 
Set out to leave the town ; 

And all they wore to keep them warm 
Was one white, ruffled gown. 

I asked these little travellers 
If far they meant to roam. 

“ Oh, no,” they all together said ; 

“ We’ll not go far from home.” 

The first brave one who started 
out 

Was our sweet Baby May; 


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THREE TRAVELLERS. 


2'S 


She said, “ I’m going to By-lo-Land,” 
In such a sleepy way. 

The second one, in gown of white. 
Was Alice, six years old; 

She said, “ I go to Shutty-eye-town,” 
And on she went, both fast and 
bold. 

And Lottie, eldest one of all. 

Said, “ On this road I plod. 

To 76, Old Blanket street, 

Bedfordshire, the Land of Nod.” 

I wondered where these towns could 
be. 

When mamma softly said, 

“ Good night, good night, my chil- 
dren dear ! 

Now hurry off to bed t ” —j. s. 


/ 


A TALE OF A BOT-TLE. 

bot-tle of ink on the 
ta-ble, 

A lit-tle girl on the floor — 
And now I don’t think I’ll be 
a-ble 

To tell you an-y-thing more. 

The lit-tle girl up to the 
ta-ble, 

Mam-ma look-ing in at the 
door — 


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A TALE OF A BOT-TLE. 


217 


And now I don’t think I’ll be 
a-ble 

To tell you an-y-thing more. 


The lit-tle girl runs from the 
ta-ble, 

Bot-tle rolls down to the 
floor — 

And now I don’t think I’ll 
be a-ble 

To tell you an-y-thing more. 


Thenmam-ma runs up to the 
ta-ble, 

Lit-tlegirl runsforthedoor — 


/ 


A TALE OF A BOT-TLE; 


218 

And now I don’t think TH 
be a-ble 




A ROGUE. 

tell you 


an-y-thing 


more. 


A TALE OF A BOT-TLE. 


219 


Mam-ma runs a-way from the 
ta-ble, 

And catch-es the girl at 
the door — 

And now, oh ! I know I’m 
not a-ble 

To tell you an-y-thing more. 


A WONDERFUL SCHOLAR 

O, a wonderful scholar 
Is our little Kate ! 

She reads in a primer ; 

She writes on a slate ; 

Her lines are not even ; 

Her O’s are not round; 

And her words in the reader 
Could not be found. 


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A WONDERFUL SCHOLAR. 


2it 


Her sewing — what puckers! 
What stitches 1 what knots 1 
And along the whole hem, 



There are tiny red spots • 

Her weekly reports 

Tell how oft she has spoken ; 
And there's not a rule 

That she never has broken. 

Yet she comes to mamma 
For a smile and a kiss, 


222 A WONDERFUL SCHOLAR. 

As if a “ bad mark,” 

Should be paid for by this. 

And she cries in delight, 

While she swings round her hat 
“ Tm a wonderful scholar, 

For I can spell ‘ cat ! ’ 

C-A-T, Cat!'' 


^K.L. 


OUT IN THE MEADOW. 

What do you think I saw to-day 
Out in the meadow bright, 

It tripped along on four little feet 
In a coat all woolly and white ; 

I said “Good morning, you pretty 
thing ! ” 

And it raised its gentle head 
As if it wanted to chat awhile ; 

But, “ Baa-Baa',’ was all it said !• 

What do you think I led with me. 
Blue eyed, dimpled, and sweet ? 


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224 


OUT IN THE MEADOW. 


It hardly bent the daisies down 
With two little toddling feet; 

She laughed and chattered at 
Woolly-back, 

She patted his little head-; 

But he talked almost as well as she, 
For “ ma-ma ” was all she said ! 














